The Unruly Immortals

In a guest room, the naked Li Huowang sat in a wooden tub, holding a triangular spike with his sole remaining arm, taking deep breaths in preparation for something.

"Huff... huff... huff..." Li Huowang breathed slowly, calming the nervousness in his heart.

Once he had completely calmed down, Li Huowang stuffed a folded cotton towel into his mouth and then raised the triangular spike in his hand.

Blood flowed from the wound into the bathwater in the tub, staining a large area red.

Li Huowang, with veins bulging on his forehead, paid no attention to the excruciating pain that nearly caused him to faint; he kept digging shakily.

It took a great effort to locate his stomach, trying to puncture it to see what was inside.

However, Li Huowang suddenly realized that he only had one hand now and simply couldn't perform such a task.

Just as he was conflicted about whether to call for help from outside, a pair of hands with long, black pointed nails slid across his skin, reaching over from behind his waist.

"Thank you," Li Huowang said shakily, lifting the triangular spike.

The hands of Second God began to apply gentle pressure, and the contents inside the stomach slowly squeezed out. Aside from some mushy food, there was neither Black Taisui nor the half of Master Danyang's face; he was gone.

Seeing this, Li Huowang smiled; he had guessed right. That day in the cave, to deceive him, those from the Oblivion Path had indeed disposed of the still-living Master Danyang.

Afterward, to mock him, they had hidden the ascended Master Danyang so well that even Master Jingxin couldn't detect his presence.

These deceivers wanted to see him step by step, unsuspecting, be replaced by Master Danyang, relishing in the pleasure of playing such a trick.

But this unwittingly helped him, as Master Jingxin had said before, the reason they didn't dispose of Master Danyang was because a part of him was still alive.

Now that the alive part of Master Danyang was completely dead, he only needed to return to An Ci Nunnery and find Master Jingxin to completely resolve Master Danyang.

The bloodied triangular spike fell into the water, and Li Huowang, shaking, picked up the golden sore medicine beside him and poured it onto his abdominal wound,

At that moment, the hand with black nails swiftly turned, and two threads tied with red string were clutched and stabbed into the flesh at Li Huowang's wound.

The red threads rapidly interwove, swiftly stitching up the wound, causing Li Huowang to almost bite through the cotton towel in his mouth from the pain.

"Thank you," said Li Huowang as he turned his head back, but there was no trace of anyone behind him.

Li Huowang, looking a bit pale, stepped out of the bathtub and began to put on his clothes.

"Taoist, are you really going back just to deal with your master? What about those deceivers? Aren't you going to deal with them? You can't let them continue tricking people. If they carry on, who knows how many others will suffer? Upholding justice is also doing good deeds."

Li Huowang heard the words, a flash of hatred in his eyes, too indolent to answer, continuing to dress.

Of course, he hadn't forgotten those from the Ao Jing Sect disguised as followers of the Oblivion Path.

The thought of his two junior brothers who had died because of them, along with all that they had done to him,

Made Li Huowang want to extract their hearts and gouge out their bones. Even without considering Jiang Yingzi's dying wish, he had unfinished business with them, and resolving this matter was nearly as important as dealing with Master Danyang.

"But they are very powerful, Taoist. Can you really fight them?" The Monk looked quite worried.

"I have my own methods, can't you give me some peace!"

Five practitioners of the Oblivion Path, unable to solve the problem alone, but as Li Huowang journeyed he pondered carefully and found that he didn't need to struggle by himself.

First, from the fact that Jiang Yingzi was also deceived by the Oblivion Path, it was clear that the Oblivion Path controlled the Ao Jing Sect in the mountains through deception.

The lower-ranking members of the Ao Jing Sect, led by Shou San, were likewise deceived. If he could find a way to make them realize they had been duped, they could become his allies.

Secondly, Master Jingxin's son, like Huowang himself, was a Xinsu. Why had he ended up in his current state?

It was obvious that it had something to do with those from the Oblivion Path, and if the truth was made clear, he believed Master Jingxin would certainly be very willing to take revenge for her son.

However, he first had to deal with Master Danyang as quickly as possible.

The neatly dressed Li Huowang took out the translation of the "Fire Coat True Scripture" and strained to read the text; he recognized even fewer characters now.

Previously, Li Huowang had always thought that his ability to read was taken away by Master Danyang, but now, upon reflection, he realized that wasn't the case at all—it was simply because Master Danyang was not dead.

"Judging by the number of characters I can read, I should be able to get back to Siqi before being fully assimilated by Master Danyang," said Li Huowang as he closed the book in his hands and walked out.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw that everyone was looking at him with anxious concern.

"I need to go back to the masters at An Ci Nunnery to ask some questions," Li Huowang explained to everyone the reason for his return to Siqi.

After several visits to An Ci Nunnery, it was obvious to everyone that there was something off about what Li Huowang was saying, yet they didn't ask anything.

Perhaps they had their own thoughts, but unfortunately, they could only follow at the moment, daring not to raise any objections.

The fact that Li Huowang had saved everyone's lives was one thing, but the increasingly fearsome aura he was emitting was another.

"Gao Zhijian, is your head alright?" asked Li Huowang, clutching his belly, looking up at the tall man with his head bandaged.

"No...no...no...."

"That's good to hear, get some rest and eat well to recover, build up your strength," he said.

Li Huowang was also surprised that Gao Zhijian was still alive, knowing that he had watched the iron dice penetrate his temple.

But later, when others were cleaning up the battlefield, they found him still breathing. After that, with the help of the old immortal from the Bai Family summoned by Bai Lingmiao, he actually woke up.

He had survived drowning before, and now this, Li Huowang truly found it hard to believe it was mere coincidence.

However, having seen far more bizarre things in this place, after asking Gao Zhijian—who didn't even know how it happened himself—Huowang did not inquire further.

After all, being alive was definitely better than being dead.

Although he had come back to life, the iron dice was still embedded in his head, and on this, Li Huowang did not hold too many expectations.

"Has the new carriage been bought? I want to check it out. No need to support me, I can walk."

Watching Li Huowang's retreating figure, the dogtailed boy, not daring to breathe too loudly, suddenly shook and whispered cautiously to Zhao Wu across from him, "Hey, do you guys feel like Brother Li is starting to resemble that leper more and more? Do you feel it?"